[ hate that. they take the chain and will go ahead and bring it around his neck. there's a little shuffle of fabric briefly before the clasp is brought together and fastened. deft.
fabric shuffles again and nodd will find that the chain is now securely. io is just tugging the fingers of their gloves back down. ]
This sounds like more of a personal problem if you can't fasten a necklace by yourself.
Me? I've been very good. Best behavior. I'm indicating that it's weird that we're continuing the contract after three crew members died. Scien wanted his body burned and instead we're preserving it? Why?
[ stare ]
And after you answer that, tell me what you think about the chain.
[ the too put a hand on their own hips like a ??? character. they do sigh though, tiredly. ]
We're continuing the contract because any deviation outside the route isn't allowed by the company, the route's already locked in, the contracts, some of which are necessary for a planet's people to keep living themselves, are locked in. Not to mention we cannot change our route without a specific directive from... [ [ waving their hand, irritatedly, upwards ] the HQ. We have already sent out our reports and are supposed to receive word next week.
[ folds arms slowly, a blip over their screen appears, a singular flash of bronzey light in a flat line that disappears just as fast. a hand fists a bit in their jacket. ]
Isn't that we don't care... I'm not exactly thrilled about people dying on board the place we've called home for the past three months. Not thrilled about the medbay being locked away either so you guys couldn't take care of yourself as you ought to be able to.
[ it's frustrating because it leaves little room for argument, but nodd, the anti-white collar worker, immediately wants to bite the red tape to scraps. ]
What's the worst thing that happens if we just do a little detour to drop Dahut and Scien's bodies off at their homeworld? Explain it to me like I come from a planet where we're all really excited that we just got a train.
Trains... those are not so reliable where I am from...
[ they figured the answers were more important to you. ]
We have a navigator, sure, they're meant to make certain we make it to where we must go along this route. They are not responsible for completely shifting the coordinates of the ship and turning us right around. That comes from up top.
[ a tired lean into the hip, and frustrated hum that the helmet doesn't know how to autotune. ]
We don't... we can't turn it around. Physically I mean. No buttons, no levers, no magic. That's locked to us. Our route comes from the top, we're just here to deliver the packages. Should they change our route, then we are happy to take you there.
I hate [ abruptly there's a flash across the visor, a sharp pinch of light that then blacks out. they touch their head briefly... my answer as much as you do...
[ the thing is, he listens. actually listens. fun as it would be to fidget or turn away, to give io the impression he doesn't care what they say, it's better to absorb. to give them a modicum of respect in return for the information.
then that light? a glitch? ]
Are you all right? Your screen-face.
[ reaching out but his hand hovers. not sure if it's wise to touch helmet. ]
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[ hate that. they take the chain and will go ahead and bring it around his neck. there's a little shuffle of fabric briefly before the clasp is brought together and fastened. deft.
fabric shuffles again and nodd will find that the chain is now securely. io is just tugging the fingers of their gloves back down. ]
This sounds like more of a personal problem if you can't fasten a necklace by yourself.
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I'm getting old, remember? The profiles show everyone's whoooole thing.
[ dropping his hair, he turns around, standing much too close. what is your height? we leering down or up? ]
It's been an interesting week.
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io is a whole head taller, maybe a little more? or that's the thick heel of their boots. hm. ]
They show many things.
[ not the whole thing... unless you were particularly mean to your character ;) ]
Already? What trouble have you gotten up to...?
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Me? I've been very good. Best behavior. I'm indicating that it's weird that we're continuing the contract after three crew members died. Scien wanted his body burned and instead we're preserving it? Why?
[ stare ]
And after you answer that, tell me what you think about the chain.
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We're continuing the contract because any deviation outside the route isn't allowed by the company, the route's already locked in, the contracts, some of which are necessary for a planet's people to keep living themselves, are locked in. Not to mention we cannot change our route without a specific directive from... [ [ waving their hand, irritatedly, upwards ] the HQ. We have already sent out our reports and are supposed to receive word next week.
[ folds arms slowly, a blip over their screen appears, a singular flash of bronzey light in a flat line that disappears just as fast. a hand fists a bit in their jacket. ]
Isn't that we don't care... I'm not exactly thrilled about people dying on board the place we've called home for the past three months. Not thrilled about the medbay being locked away either so you guys couldn't take care of yourself as you ought to be able to.
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What's the worst thing that happens if we just do a little detour to drop Dahut and Scien's bodies off at their homeworld? Explain it to me like I come from a planet where we're all really excited that we just got a train.
[ also, no comment on the chain? noted. ]
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[ they figured the answers were more important to you. ]
We have a navigator, sure, they're meant to make certain we make it to where we must go along this route. They are not responsible for completely shifting the coordinates of the ship and turning us right around. That comes from up top.
[ a tired lean into the hip, and frustrated hum that the helmet doesn't know how to autotune. ]
We don't... we can't turn it around. Physically I mean. No buttons, no levers, no magic. That's locked to us. Our route comes from the top, we're just here to deliver the packages. Should they change our route, then we are happy to take you there.
I hate [ abruptly there's a flash across the visor, a sharp pinch of light that then blacks out. they touch their head briefly... my answer as much as you do...
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then that light? a glitch? ]
Are you all right? Your screen-face.
[ reaching out but his hand hovers. not sure if it's wise to touch helmet. ]
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... It's fine. Just acting up. Been a busy week...
[ touching the side of their helmet they just take a moment before their hand lowers once more. ]
... Chain looks fine.
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this timehe respects no-touchy. ]Who docs the doctor, huh?
[ peering at, though. ]
Thanks.
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Nobody, that's how it works.
[ a huff... but then a nod ]
Sure. Glad you're making good use of the place... anyways.
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[ this time, yes touch, but only to pat the sweater io tossed over their shoulder before approaching. ]
I appreciate the answers.
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We're trying to find them...
Now. Don't go losing too much of your blood out there.